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Gothics Blow |
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Hey, Gothics, shut the hell up. You're not truly depressed, you're not a tortured artist, but what you ARE, is a pile of shit. There are no such things as vampires, so I can assure you that you aren't one. There are alot of gothics at my school and everytime I see one I want to nail a 2x4 into their skull. They use Sharpie markers to draw all over their eyes and shit. They're pale and weak. I'd rather shove a brick up my ass than hang out with these people on a Friday night. Halloween is only one day a year, dipshits. Don't dress like a vampire everyday. I know that there are depressed people on earth, but more than half the gothics pretend to be depressed and cut themselves because "It's a way to get rid of the pain". Pain? What pain? Oh, the fact that you'll never be on the same level as a cheerleader? Oh, boo hoo, it's probably because you look like a vampiress that doesn't wear a bra so it makes you look twice as gross. |
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When I saw this picture, I died laughing....then came back to life |
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All gothics dress up in blck to be different, even though there are millions just like them. They try to be all deep and open-minded, when really they just suck balls. I went to gothics.com just to see what these dipshits do in their spare time. This is what I found: |
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WARNING: THOSE OF YOU WHO LAUGH REALLY EASILY SHOULD NOT CONTINUE. YOU MAY CHOKE AND DIE FROM LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF. READ AT YOUR ON RISK. |
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I walked into a store
But because of my clothes
They shut the door
I tired to ask them why
They said, "Hell no
and goodbye."
All I was wearing was black
"Please sir,
There's nothing wrong with that."
I'm innocent as I can be
You would know that
If you knew me
This has happened before
No, I'm not kiddin'
This is no lore
I get judged the most
By people who don't know
Nor care to hear me boast
Its as simple as this:
Get to know me
Before you start to diss
I may look evil on the outside
but should that matter
In your mind? |
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Oh my hell, this poem is such shit. There's no rythm, syllables are off, the whole format is just stupid, they use words in the wrong places, they use too many words in some parts....man they suck. So, to solve our gothic problem. We get a fleet of cement mixers. In the spinning compartment where the cement is supposed to go, we put in this carefully measured mixture: 1/3, 1/3 vomit, 1/3 goths. Then, once we've filled up the whole fleet, we drive fromthe top-most part off Canada, all the way to the bottom of South America, while our awesome mixture is just spinning around and around the whole time. If there are any survivors by the end of the trip, we dump them in the ocean. The plan is fool-proof. If I'm elected president, that will be my first order of business. Oh man that would be tits. |
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26334 gothics hate me.....and I hate them back |
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Back to how much I rule... |
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